That morning I woke up as the bright hues of the sun came in the windows. I lay there for a few seconds, enjoying the feel of my body pressed tight to Master�s, but eventually my bladder made itself known, and I had to get up and use the toilet. When I stood up my butt plug rubbed my sensitive insides, reminding me of its presence. I considered taking it out, but decided against it. I wanted to have Master remove it, just as he'd put it in. When I was done peeing, I climbed back in bed with him, and wrapped my arms around him, dozing back off. A few hours later I woke to the twisting and tugging my butt plug. I opened my eyes and found Masters hot blue gaze on me. "Good morning, Baby."

I groaned, and arched myself into him. "Good morning, Master."

Master ceased his manipulations of my butt plug and got up. He strolled over to the chest, and pulled out an even larger butt plug, this one nearly as large as his cock. When he approached the bed I rolled over to give him access to my ass, this time without being told. Master patted my ass, and praised me. "But this time," he said, "I want you to pull your knees up under your chest, and put your ass in the air." Blushing, I did as he requested, wantonly pushing my ass in the air. I knew that he'd seen all there was of me, but that had been at night, and it was broad day.

Master pulled out the medium sized butt plug, and squirted some more KY Jelly on my ass, his finger rubbing it in. He inserted his finger in me, then two, distributing KY Jelly everywhere. I felt so full, my pussy growing wet at the rubbing. Master pulled his fingers out, and put the larger butt plug at my entrance. It was harder to get in, and I whimpered out at the pain, trying to pull away. Master put a firm hand on the small of my back, keeping me still, and maneuvered it till it was all the way in, ignoring my protests. I considered my safe word, but chose not to use it. If this pleased Master, then I'd submit. I lay there for a second, panting, waiting for the pain to abate, before I carefully rose.

I reached behind me to fidget with it, hoping to find a way to reduce the discomfort, but quickly put my hands back in front of me when Master smacked them. "Leave it alone."

"Yes, master."

I crouched down to pick up my clothes, but dropped them at Master's command. "You are to never wear clothing in this house. You are mine, and I want to see you." I felt a blush spread over my body, heating my face, neck and breasts.

"But . . ." I protested.

Master reached out and gave me a small slap on my face. "Don't argue with me, Baby," he said sternly. Confused I lowered my eyes to my feet. Another sharp slap, this time to my ass.

"Yes, master." I said, quickly. "I'm sorry, master."

Master nodded, "It's okay, Baby. You're still new to this, I expect the occasional mistake." I stood there, head down, wondering what he was talking about.

"Go make some breakfast," he instructed, "and I'll answer your questions then." Obediently I walked out of his room, and down the hall to the kitchen. My stomach rumbled, and I realized that I was starved. I quickly prepared two ham and cheese omelets, and put them on the table. Master was already sitting there, looking at some papers. I put down my plate, and he gave it a small frown, but didn't say anything. I sat down, and began to eat.

Master broke a piece of toast and bit into it thoughtfully. "Baby?" he asked.

"Yes, master?"

"Have you ever her of D/s relationships?"

"Yes, master." I answered. "I've heard things here and there, but I don't know really know much about them."

Master smiled, softly. "I am a Dominant, Baby, and you are a Submissive." I lifted my head in surprise. Master held up a hand, holding back my exclamations. "Tell me this, Baby. In your relationship with Matthew, did you feel . . . unfulfilled, like you weren't getting something that you needed?"

I thought about that. I had always felt a definite . . . lack in my relationships, like something was missing. I nodded my head, knowing that Master was right. "Yes, master, I've never felt as . . . cherished as I do with you."

Master gave me a pleased smile. "That's because you were meant to be mine, baby. I have a contract here that outlines the rules of this kind of relationship." he nodded to the papers next to his plate. "I want you to look over them, and be sure before you sign them, because once they're signed I will own you, all of you." Master handed me the papers and I scanned them. I noticed that as the Dom he was required to see to my health and happiness, that he was not allowed to put either in jeopardy. He was allowed to punish me, but he had to have a reason, and he was not allowed to punish me in anger. But I, as the sub, was required to take care of him, his physical and emotional needs. I was also required to do anything he required. Thinking this through, I realized that the relationship was fair, just balanced differently.

I raised shy, confused eyes to him. "What if I don't like what you're doing?"

"Then you use your safe word, baby. Otherwise you have no control." Master said sternly. "But remember! You must be careful with that safe word, because if you use it whenever things aren�t going your way, I won't know when you're truly in distress, and I'll start to ignore it."

I nodded, that sounded fair. "Like The Boy Who Called Wolf?" I asked.

Master smiled. "Yes, exactly like that."

"Could we do something?" I asked "Can we have a verbal contract for today? That would give me an idea what I'd be letting myself in for."

"Yes, I think that's a good idea." Master said approvingly. "This is not something to be taken lightly. Once you sign that contract I will own you to the end of the contract period."

I nodded, and put down the contract to finish my food.

"Stop, baby." Master said.

I looked up, wonderingly. "Yes, Master?"

"Bring your plate down here, and kneel beside to me." he ordered.

I hesitated, startled, and then hurried to comply. While I was busy kneeling, Master dumped my food on his plate, and stacked it under his. "Turn around and bend over."

I got up from my position and bent over, not sure what was going on. "When I tell you something, I expect you to do it immediately, and without hesitation." Master said sternly.

SMACK!

His hand hit my ass before I could prepare myself for it. I jerked and cried out, but forced myself to stand there. He smacked my ass two more times, and then soothingly rubbed his hand over the bright red marks. "Ok, baby. It's over, you can resume your position."

I quickly kneeling next to him, not wanting to earn another punishment. Master took a bite of his food, and then fed me a bite. I chewed slowly, my eyes fixed lovingly on his face. Master glanced down at me, and scowled. "You will not make eye contact without permission, baby."

Shocked, I lowered my eyes, fixing them on his knees. "Why, Master?" I whispered.

"It's a sign of respect, Baby, an acknowledgement of who you belong to." I didn't understand this; I could respect someone, and make eye contact. But once again, I realized that if it pleased Master, that I was willing to submit.

We finished our meal in the same manner, and then Master stood up. I went to stand, too, but Master stopped me with a firm hand on my shoulder. "You don't rise until given permission," he instructed me.

"Yes, master." I said, staying there, waiting for his permission. Master stood there for a second, making sure that he'd made his point, before ordering me to clear off the table.

When I'd returned to the dining room, finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher, he wasn't there. I wasn't sure what he wanted me to do, so I stood there uncertainly, waiting for him to return. After a few minutes he returned, with some tiny clamps and the KY Jelly in his hand. "When I am not in the room, baby, I want you to go kneel facing the wall until I return. "

I nodded my understanding. "Yes, master."

"For now, I want you to come here." Unhesitently I walked over to Master, my hips swaying seductively, my large breasts bouncing lightly with each step I took. Master watched me, approvingly. When I got to him, he picked up a clamp, and rubbed it suggestively on my right nipple, making it harden.

"Master?" I said uncertainly.

"They are nipple clamps, baby. These are ones for beginners, they will only hurt a bit, but you'll find the pain adds to the experience." I wasn't so sure, but reluctantly agreed.

"Yes, Master." I whispered, a little scared. Master pulled one of my nipples out, and attached the nipple clamp. Pain shot up from the sensitive tip, and I cried out. Then he put the other on my other nipple. I whimpered, and he wrapped his arms around my waist, and I pressed my head to his chest.

"Good girl, they look so beautiful on you." I stayed in his embrace, enjoying the loving way he was stroking my back. After a few seconds, the pain began to abate, leaving only a dull ache. Master realized this by the relaxing of my body.

"Go bend over the table." he ordered.

Shivering in apprehension, I hurried over, and bent down, my nipple clamps pushed into the cold hard wood of his table. Master stood back, his eyes on me. I could feel desire warming my body, at the thought of how I must look to him. After a few seconds Master reached out and gently manipulated my butt plug, moving it in and out a bit.. I moaned as the plug gently stimulated the sensitive nerves in there.

Master reached under me, his finger stroking my pussy. I groaned and wiggling until Master took the hint, and pushed one, and then two fingers deep into my tight cunt, his thumb resting on my clit, gently manipulating it. I moaned, my body desperately striving toward my peak. Just before I�d reached it, Master leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Don't cum till I say so, baby."

I whimpered in protest, but held off my orgasm, gritting my teeth, and concentrating. After a few seconds Master gave my butt plug a firm tug, and pulled it out with a sucking sound. I wiggled my hips, wanting his fingers back on my clit. Master put his feet between mine, opening my things to him, and then he was standing behind me, forcing my legs wide. He put his cock at the entrance to my ass, and started to slowly push in, his cock stretching my tender asshole, pain shooting up to from there. I cried out, tears springing to my eyes, and tensed against the intrusion. Master got the head of his cock in me, then stopped, reaching down once again to finger my clit. "Shh, baby. Relax, you need to relax."

With each stroke heat spread up my body, coiling deep in my belly. I could feel the pain in my asshole lessened, becoming erotic. Master must have known, because he began to slowly push further into me, his large cock pushing aside my protesting muscles, filling me. Master kept going until he had invaded me as far as he could go. "Oh, god, baby. You are so tight," he groaned.

I panted, not sure if I liked this or not. Master ignored my discomfort, slowly pulling out, then pushing himself back in, his cock rubbing against my silken insides. His finger resumed the stroking of my clit, his other hand reaching up and releasing my nipple from its clamp. Pain shot back through my nipple, making me gasp, and tense up my ass.

Master groaned. "Yeah, baby, like that." he whispered in my ear, reaching around, and undoing the clamp on the other breast. As I approached my orgasm, I could feel my inner muscles clench on his cock.

"Master, please?" I begged. "Can I cum, please?"

"Not yet, baby. Hold on for just a bit more." I reached my hands out to hold on to the table, using all my energy to holding off my orgasm. Master hooked an arm under my waist, and pulled me so that I was standing, the new position allowing his cock to fill me even more. Across the room was a mirror, and I could see us reflected there, Master behind me, my breasts standing proudly from my body, nipples hard. Master moved his hips, and the woman in the mirror moaned, and arched her back wantonly pressing her breast into his hard hand.

"Master! Master, please!" I begged, knowing I couldn't hold myself off much longer.

"Cum, for me, baby." Master whispered in my ear. I screamed as the wave of my orgasm hit me, flowing over me, sucking me under. Right before I closed my eyes, I noticed the woman in the mirror. Her eyes were rolled back in her head with ecstasy, her tits swollen and hard. I felt Master's hot cum squirting in me, fueling another orgasm. When we came back to earth, Master was holding me against him, his wet cock resting against my leg. "Good girl." he praised, then bent over to pick me up and carry me up to his room.

He gently laid me on the bed, laying down next to me. "Get some rest, baby, we're far from finished."